Doggie birthday! I really can't remember which one this is. Is it Badge...? I'm a horrible person, ugh.
The girls get out of their burrito stage, I'm pretty sure Latte has it in for me, rather... slowly.
Claire
Jolina
Jamie. I think it's impossible for Sim toddlers to be less than adorable, don't you think?
We have to have at least
one teaching shot, right? And yes, that is Latte being pregnant. Again. Even though I said it in the last chapter. I think she wants to kill me.
Latte: You can read minds now?
...
You know... at least Gobias and Jamie gave me a little time in between the madness.
Latte: Well I'm not them, am I?
...you're related to them, isn't that enough?
Latte: No.
Well then, what's this one's name?
Latte: Jared!
You know, I have to admit, this
is a little sweet, naming them after a bunch of the first generation.
Latte: A
little?
Ugh... *rubs temples*
Latte: Don'tlookatme, don'tlookatme...
AHA! THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!
Latte: Oh shut up and skip to the boys' birthday...
First we have Frappe, our heir...
Then Cedric!
Frappe: Ugh, dresser, please?
At least you're polite about it.
Heh, you're a bit of a chunk, huh?
Frappe: Blame dad.
Kain: I heard that!
Quick, hide!
And then Cedric.
Frappe's supermax is going to be inventing, so we added another story onto the house to be a skilling room.
Frappe, of course, has to go check it out.
Frappe: Don't worry, won't blow anything up... or light anything on fire... or...
Cedric: Uh, Mom?
Latte: You burn the house down, you're grounded.
Frappe: Deal!
And Jared joins the girls in toddler-hood.
Joining them, also, in the only sane way to raise toddlers. Letting them shove blocks up their noses.